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[ParagonPunk]

Sorry in advance for the length, prepare yourself for interactive banter with companion replies.

 

At Vivienne's Ballroom dance, if you bring Cassandra.

 

Cassandra: Why did you bring me here? I don't dance and I look ridiculous, ballrooms aren't my element; battlefields are.

 

Inquisitor *diplomatic option*: I need you here if things go south, you can do this.

Cassandra: *deep breath* Of course, of course I can do this.

 

-Iron Bull:Look at me. At least you're not the most ridiculous one here. 

-Cole:  It'll be okay. I think... I hope.

-Sera: C'mon it'll be fun! Or does Miss Stoic not know what fun is? 

-Varric: I don't suppose one of these nobles has a book for you to stab? 

-Vivienne: Now, now, this is as much a battlefield as any other.

-Dorian: Getting drunk is always an option.

-Blackwall: Don't know why I'm here either but there's free drink, so I'm not complaining.

-Solas: If you can defeat a Dragon you can defeat a -what do they call this?... Dance. You can defeat a ballroom dance. 

 

Inquisitor *sarcastic option*: You're a bit like a bull in an Orlesian shop.

Cassandra: Not helping.

 

-Iron Bull:  Hey, what's that supposed to mean? I'm a perfect gentleman. 

-Cole: A what? 

-Sera:  *snort laughs* Bull in a... *laughs again* Oh, that's a good one!

-Varric:*chuckles* Maker imagine the mess.

-Vivienne: Seeker, keep that mask on your face and don't talk much; you'll fit right in.

-Dorian: I hope I'm not in her path of destruction.

-Blackwall:  I say let her loose; might improve this party.

-Solas: Oh, but that was a good analogy. 

 

Inquisitor *aggressive option*: Let's just get this over with.

Cassandra: Agreed.

 

-Iron Bull:  Have we still vetoed the "spike the drinks" option? 

-Cole:  Can we leave yet? 

-Sera:  You two are no fun. At least let me get some noble knickers in a twist.

-Varric: When I write this part I'll be sure to add a surprise Dragon attack, just to spice things up.

-Vivienne:  That's very unbecoming, and to think I hosted this for your Inquisition. 

-Dorian: Speak for yourselves. 

-Blackwall: What is this anyways? A tea party?

-Solas: I can only wonder why you brought me here. Expecting one of those awful hats to house a fade tear? 

 

Inquisitor *flirtatious option*: I needed a dance partner, and no; you don't look ridiculous. That dress is actually very flattering.

Cassandra: Oh. I... thank you.

 

-Iron Bull:  Aww, I wanted to dance the remingold with you. 

-Cole: It doesn't make her flat. 

-Sera: Pfff, that's a bit much for me. Where's the drinks?

-Varric:  I believe our Inquisitor is approaching you with romantic intent, Seeker.

-Vivienne: Yes, the dress is marvelous, my work is nothing but the best.

-Dorian: Oh, what's this? I hadn't realized this was a date, shall I give you two alone time?

-Blackwall: He's right, lass.

-Solas: Don't suppose I could snooze off for a bit?

[NoForgiveness]

 

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Out of likes. you get these instead.
 

[Feybrad]

All of these Banters make my Heart overflow with Love for Cole. Goddamnit, why must you all make him so adorable?

[Basement Cat]

Angry Inquisitor time! (PC is not yet leader)

 

*in the war room: Cullen, Leliana, Cassandra, Josephine and Trevelyan are present*

 

Cassandra: We should move against those red templar troops. They are isolated and should offer little resistance,

 

Cullen: I concur. We should attack before they have a chance to organize.

 

Leliana: It would be safer to gather intelligence first. We are unsure how many there are or if there are any behemoths among them.

 

Josephine: Are you sure this is wise? We have few troops of our own and they are poorly equipped. We should gather allies before we consider an attack.

 

Cullen: We don't have the time! We must strike now!

 

Cassandra: What about you, Trevelyan? What do you think?

 

Trev: Oh? Are you asking for my opinion, Seeker Pentaghast? You did not seem to care about what I wanted when you forced me into your little organization.

 

Cassandra: It was necessary! You are the only one with the power to close the tears! You must work with us!

 

Trev: Must I? What will you do if I refuse? Kill me? That would hardly better your situation.

 

Leliana: You cannot refuse! You were given this power for a reason! You must use it! Do you wish to see the world destroyed?

 

Trev: Fair enough. Although it might yet be destroyed with you incompetents in charge. Lady Montilyet excepted.

 

Cassandra and Cullen: How dare you!

 

Trev: Excuse me? You are all Chantry agents. You all had a job to do, which you failed spectacularly at!

 

Josephine: Now really, this is hardly productive.

 

Trev *shouting*: Indeed? I beg to differ, my Lady. Captain Cullen was charged with keeping the mages in line. He failed. Seeker Pentaghast was charged with keeping the templars in line. She failed. Sister Nightingale was charged with protecting the Divine. She failed. Now, you truly expect the Inquisition to have any credibility with these idiots in charge? What little troops we have are overextended. Our fortress is a crumbling ruin. We have no war funds to speak of. The Inquisition is a joke!

 

*stunned silence*

 

Josephine: Well, what do you propose, then?

 

Trev: I will take charge of the Inquisition. This *holds up glowing hand* is our only advantage and I intend to press it. Present it as a sign from the Maker, or some sort of freak magic, whatever will get us allies. I'm counting on you, because you are the only one here with a spotless record. Make it happen, Lady Montilyet.

 

Josephine *impressed*: I will. Inquisitor. *leaves*

 

Trev *turns to the others* : Any objections? Or should I walk out right now?

 

All three *cowed*: No, Inquisitor.

[Basement Cat]

The (mis)adventures of Sleazequisitor!

 

Sleazequisitor: Hey, Lady Josephine! I'd like to dip my quill in your ink well!

Josephine: *slap*

Sleazequisitor: Worth it!

 

Sleazequisitor: Hey, Cassandra! If you're seeking a sword for that empty sheathe of yours, say the word!

Cassandra: *shield bash*

Sleazequisitor: Worth it!

 

Sleazequisitor: Hey, Vivienne! I got a staff here that will enchant you!

Vivienne: *stomp foot with staff*

Sleazequisitor: Worth it!

 

Sleazequisitor: Hey, Sera! Mind if use my pick on your lock?

Sera: *eyepoke*

Sleazequisitor: Worth it!

 

Sleazequisitor: Hey, Sister NIghtingale! I bet I can make you sing!

Leliana: *kick to the balls*

Sleazequisitor: Not.. worth... it. *passes out*

 

Everyone: *applause*

[Basement Cat]

Attack of the Trollquisitor!

 

Trollquisitor: So, you were the left hand of the Divine, right?

 

Leliana: That's correct.

 

Trollquisitor: And Cassandra was the right hand, right?

 

Leliana: Also correct.

 

Trollquisitor: So, what were your duties?

 

Leliana: The same I have here, really. Keep an eye out for potential enemies and eliminate them discreetly if they became too great a threat.

 

Trollquisitor: That sounds sinister.

 

Leliana: *suspicious* You could say that, but it is necessary.

 

Trollquisitor: And Cassandra is the right hand? Surprising, considering how often she is wrong.

 

Leliana: *catching on* Inquisitor, with all due respect, I'm not in the mood for silly jokes. So if you would leave before I have to remove you forcibly.

 

Trollquisitor: Tsk, making threats is so gauche!

 

Leliana: *closes eyes* You were just setting me up for that one joke, weren't you?

 

Trollquisitor: *silly grin* That's right!

 

Leliana: Get out!

 

Trollquisitor: You'll be sorry I left!

 

Leliana: *throws him out*

[ParagonPunk]

I made this banter in the Solas thread after Dr.Doctor suggested something funny:

 

Given Solas' unique talent I wonder if he or anyone else will make a "there in spirit" joke?

 

Cassandra: We will use this *points to the map* entrance to enter the Thaig while-

Inquisitor: While Blackwall covers Solas as he searches for the artifact, got it.

Solas: Should be fun.

Inquisitor: So you'll be taking a nap while we are being flattened by hordes of Darkspawn, lovely. So. Much. Fun.

Solas: I'll be there in spirit.

Inquisitor: *sigh* Move out.

[Rake451]

*The Inquisitor, Varric, Blackwall, and Dorian travel the desert in search of a hidden ancient tomb built for a powerful mage.  They may be a little lost.*

 

Dorian: Why, in the name of the Maker, did this old fool demand to be buried in the middle of the desert?!

 

Blackwall: Could be many reasons, my friend.  According to the information our Nightingale acquired, the mage requested to entombed out here along with several tomes of arcane might.  It seems most likely that he chose this out of the way area to hide those books.

 

Dor: That, or he was simply barking mad.

 

Varric: Trust me, Whiskers.  Craziness and powerful magics aren't necessarily mutually exclusive qualities.

 

Dor: *sigh* Alright, fair point, Varric.  Still, this little hike of ours isn't getting any better.  I can't imagine it's anymore pleasant with that beard.

 

BW: I'll admit, I probably should have shaved.

 

Var: Yeah, listen, boss, I'm probably going to cut this part out... if we ever make it back to civilization so I can tell this story.

 

Inquisitor: *mumbles* We're not lost.

 

 Var: Right.  Still not exactly riveting stuff.

 

BW: I don't know Varric, it kind of shows how our intrepid hero handles an adversary that can't be blown up or stabbed into submission.  How one deals with the unending march and incredible thirst without going mad and dying can show you the kind of person your hero is.  Could be very inspiring.

 

Dor: Well it's certainly doing wonders for me...

 

Var: Listen Griff, when-

 

BW: Griff? I rather like that one.

 

Var: Thanks.  Anyways, that inspirational bit of hardship would great if I end up writing this mess, and that all depends on how it ends for us.  But for just telling story in a tavern to a bunch of soldiers, no one wants to hear this kind of stuff.  It's why I don't tell people about the 20 mile trail Hawke and I took to the Wounded Coast.  Who wants to hear about the hero wandering around aimlessly?

 

Inq: Again, we're not lost.

 

Dor: Then where exactly is our destination?

 

Inq: Up there under that ridge.

 

*A carved entrance sits, barely visible, at the base of a ridge ahead of the group.*

 

Dor: ...Oh.

 

Inq: Yep.  Told you.  Not lost.

 

Var:  Yeah, yeah. Sorry for doubting, boss.  Now let's get inside before Griff's beard ignites.

 

Inq:  You guys remember the way back, right?

[Parkimus]

For some reason I think Cole and Blackwall could bond over their (speculated) sad character arcs. 

 

Cole: So...

Blackwall: Out with it, lad.

C: Why are you called Blackwall? I mean, I guess your hair is black, but you're not a wall... right?

B: [laughs] No, not in the way you're thinking.

C: Then what?

B: It's just a name. But at the same time it's more than just a name.

C: I don't understand.

B: Well, take yourself, for example. On the surface you appear to be a young man, but we both know that there's more to it. You don't know exactly what you are, but you strive to help people, even at great risk to yourself.

C: You... noticed?

B: [smiles] Of course I did, lad. Who wouldn't?

 

Cole: Blackwall, it just occurred to me that you never answered my question.

Blackwall: You'll have to refresh my memory, lad.

C: Why "Blackwall"?

B: Ah, of course. I'm a Grey Warden, and I protect people from the Blight and the Darkspawn. I am the wall between us and them. But walls aren't impervious; enemies will find cracks and breach them or find a way to scale the walls. Perhaps enough time will pass for the stones to crumble into dust.

C: I don't understand. Can't you just fix the wall or add to it?

B: Er... I kind of ran with the metaphor, didn't I? But no - all walls fall down eventually. And my own time is fast approaching, I fear.

C: Oh. Is there anything I could... do for you?

B: No, lad. Tradition dictates that I go to the Deep Roads to kill as many Darkspawn as I can before I fall. It is something I must do alone. I appreciate your offer, though.

C: You aren't alone. You have friends.

B: [smiles] I know, lad. I know.

[BraveVesperia]

Cadash: Solas, I need to ask you some questions about the Fade.

Solas: My pleasure! What do you want to know?

Cadash: Well, is it true that when you sleep, the connection to the Fade causes you to see pictures in your head? Sort of like real life?

Solas: Yes, that would be dreaming. It’s completely natural.

Cadash: Are you sure elves and humans aren’t all just a bit mad? Seems like the most realistic reason for seeing a bunch of nonsense that isn’t real.

Solas: It’s perfectly normal, I assure you. Most people don’t have any control over their dreams, but with years of practice and a little natural talent, I’m able to interact with the Fade during my dreams, more so than most mages.

Cadash: I think I might have had my first dream the other day. This stupid green hand thing is to blame, I’m sure.

Solas: Really, your Fade brand is giving you dreams? Fascinating! Could you tell me what it was about, anything particularly strange?

Cadash: Well, you were in it.

Solas: Oh, really? I wonder if I was dreamwalking at the time…

Cadash: That depends, do you dreamwalk naked?

[Kreidian]

I thought up this bit of banter for a Rogue Qunqisitor meeting Cassandra

 

Cassandra: Tell me your name Qunari!

 

Rogue Qunqisitor: Technically I'm no Qunari, I follow my own path. But you can call me Adaar. It means weapon; appropriate for someone like me, don't you think? *Flashing Daggers*

 

Cass: *deadpans* If you wish to be technical, Adaar actually refers to a ship-mounted cannon in Qunlat.

 

RQ: Oh, ... I didn't realize you knew that. 

 

Cass: Indeed. And no, I don't think the name is all that appropriate given your particular style of combat.

 

RQ: Well, it would be more impressive if you weren't as well informed.

[Rake451]

*The Inquisitor, Sera, Iron Bull, and Cassandra crest a hill and the massive Veil Tear they've been traveling to comes into view.  The Fade spills out into the physical world, warping reality.  Despite it's horror, the view is breathtaking.*

 

Cassandra:  Andraste's mercy... 

 

Sera:  I'd never believe it if I hadn't seen it myself.  Still not sure I believe it.

 

Inquisitor:  This one might be a little difficult...

 

Ser:  Difficult!? Understatement of the bloody year!

 

Cass:  I have no idea how we're going to get that thing closed.

 

Iron Bull:  Hmm.  I once saw a showgirl in Orlais who could crush a cantaloupe between her thighs.  I miss that lass.

 

Ser: ...

 

Cass: ... 

 

Inq: ...  Interesting.  Not especially relevant. But interesting.

 

Cass:  How exactly does that have anything to do with this situation?

 

IB:  Just something else you don't see every day.  Same as that great big light show over there.  And I'll tell you what, we'll get down there, kick some demon ass, and figure things out from there.  Same as always.

 

Ser: That was... strangely reassuring?

 

IB: I do what I can.

 

Inq: Heh. Come on.  Let's head out.

 

*The party continues on their way*

 

Ser: So this cantaloupe girl?  She still performing?

 

 

[Basement Cat]

*Shortest game ever*

 

*Cadash is being interrogated by Cassandra and Leliana*

 

Casasndra: So, you say you had nothing to do with this massacre?

 

Cadash: Of course I didn't you nitwit! Why would I blow the place up while I was in the middle of it?

 

Leliana: Alright, that's fair enough. That doesn't explain your hand.

 

Cadash: I don't know what happenend! I told you! I was standing there listening to some folks chatting when everything went boom, then it went green, then it went black. And then you *point at Cassandra* were pointing a sword in my face!

 

Cassandra: *sigh* Very well. We'll give you the benefit of the doubt. Do not leave the fortress and do not wander on your own. I will have a guard escort you to your quarters.

 

Cadash: What?! No way, you are not keeping me here!

 

Leliana: I'm afraid you don't have a choice. Until we can determine if this *points to glowing hand* is dangerous.

 

Cadash: So, you're worried about my hand? That's it? Fine, here! *grabs Cassandra's dagger and chops hand off*

 

Cadash: There! Here's my glowy green hand! Keep it! I'm outta here! *throws severed hand over his shoulder*

 

*walks out. Cassandra and Leliana are too stunned to react*

 

Cassandra: Did that just happen?

 

Leliana: I'm afraid so. He got me in the face with it. Ugh.

[Kreidian]

It's the return of Rogue Qunquisitor!  With Varric, Cassandra, and Sera

 

 

Varric: You know, Inquisitor, you're actually not the first Qunari Rogue I've ever met.

 

RQ: Is that right? Here I am all disappointed I wasn't your first.

 

Varric: Don't be too disappointed, you're nothing like her. For one thing she was a cute redhead.

 

Cassandra: Sweet maker don't start with that now.

 

Sera: A cute Qunari redhead? Is that even possible?

 

RQ: I've never heard of Qunari redheads. Cute Qunari women however ...

 

Cassandra: It's not what you think, Tallis was an elf Qunari.

 

Varric: Bah, Seeker, why spoil all my fun?

 

RQ: Her task was "To Solve" then? Sounds like Ben-Hassrath. How did a dwarf like you manage to meet someone like her and live?

 

Sera: Oh yes, tell me more about this cute redheaded elf!

 

Varric: You know me, I'd love nothing more then to share this story. This was back when I was still running with Hawke. It all started one deadly quiet night in Hightown.

 

Casandra: I recommend for your sake, dwarf, to wait until we return to Skyhold before telling your grand tale. Otherwise I swear to Andraste I will start stabbing more then just books with my dagger.

 

Varric: *sighs* Everyone's a critic.

[KC_Prototype]

*Shortest game ever*

 

*Cadash is being interrogated by Cassandra and Leliana*

 

Casasndra: So, you say you had nothing to do with this massacre?

 

Cadash: Of course I didn't you nitwit! Why would I blow the place up while I was in the middle of it?

 

Leliana: Alright, that's fair enough. That doesn't explain your hand.

 

Cadash: I don't know what happenend! I told you! I was standing there listening to some folks chatting when everything went boom, then it went green, then it went black. And then you *point at Cassandra* were pointing a sword in my face!

 

Cassandra: *sigh* Very well. We'll give you the benefit of the doubt. Do not leave the fortress and do not wander on your own. I will have a guard escort you to your quarters.

 

Cadash: What?! No way, you are not keeping me here!

 

Leliana: I'm afraid you don't have a choice. Until we can determine if this *points to glowing hand* is dangerous.

 

Cadash: So, you're worried about my hand? That's it? Fine, here! *grabs Cassandra's dagger and chops hand off*

 

Cadash: There! Here's my glowy green hand! Keep it! I'm outta here! *throws severed hand over his shoulder*

 

*walks out. Cassandra and Leliana are too stunned to react*

 

Cassandra: Did that just happen?

 

Leliana: I'm afraid so. He got me in the face with it. Ugh.

lol! Naw, I keeping the hand and being keep imprison by two hot women. Win, win.

[Basement Cat]

lol! Naw, I keeping the hand and being keep imprison by two hot women. Win, win.

Not for gay dudes, it isn't.

[Lieutenant Kurin]

Not for gay dudes, it isn't.

Worst. Nightmare. Ever.

 

(Actually, my worst nightmare involves jello too. I hate jello.)

[Little Princess Peach]

Varric: there once was an Inquisitor with very large horns

Inquizzy: what are you getting at Varric:

Varric: let me finish

Varric: who was compensating for his rather short sticks

Inquizzy: Varric!

Varric: what I'm just saying your stave is short compared to say sparklesandshne shine over here.

Viv: Note to self murder the Dawrf

[KC_Prototype]

Not for gay dudes, it isn't.

True...

[Parkimus]

Vivienne exposes her softer side to Cullen:

 

Vivienne: Tell me, Templar.

Cullen: Madame.

V: Why did you turn against Knight-Commander Meredith in the end?

C: Going right to that, are we?

V: She ordered the Rite of Annulment. I support the Circles, but a mage did commit an atrocious crime. Why not go through with the Rite?

C: It was not the right thing to do. The Knight-Commander had not been herself for a long time. But every day there seemed to be one threat or another; I didn't notice the change within her. I often wonder, if I had just acted sooner-

V: The Kirkwall Incident could have been avoided? I'll say this only once, Templar, and I'll deny it if you tell anyone: learn from the mistakes of others and look forward, not behind. And don't blame yourself for events that were out of your control.

C: That is... surprisingly kind you, Madame.

V: Oh, don't worry, sweetling. It won't last long.

[setrus86]

Cole: So you have spent most of your life in the forests, Solas?

 

Solas: Indeed.

 

Cole: And the inquisitor is a Dalish, right?

 

Solas: Yes, what of it?

 

Cole: Well the Dalish live in the forest, so I was just wondering if you two had met before all of this.

 

Solas: ...no, and the world is a bit too big for that to have a high probability of happening, Cole.

 

Cole: Really? But people always say it's a small world.

 

Solas: That's an expression.

 

Cole: Sounds like a lie to me.

 

Solas: *chuckles* Depends on what world you live in, I think.

 

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Continuing later.

 

Cole: So, again, about the Dalish...didn't you ever meet them?

 

Solas: Of course, they're excellent trackers and live in the forest since generations, I could hardly escape meeting them at some point.

 

Cole: But why didn't you stay with them, then? Most people I've met, prefer not to be alone.

 

/

Varric: You haven't met the Dalish, have you?

Blackwall: True.

Iron Bull: It's a bit different for apostates, Cole.

Sera: Well Solas is a weirdo, or haven't you noticed? Oh right, forgot what you were.

Cassandra: There's some truth there.

Vivienne: Depends on the company, I'd say, the Dalish strike me as an intellectual wasteland.

Dorian: Yes, how come, Solas? As a mage, they'd value you highly.

/

 

Solas: I don't get along too well with the Dalish, they are all about looking back, into the past...

 

Cole: But isn't that what you do? With your trance, I mean?

 

Solas: Yes, but they worship the past, cling to it. I see the past for what it is, and use it for the future. There is no point clinging to old fragments of history when the world around you changes. Instead, one should learn from the past to improve your future...the Dalish doesn't seem to grasp that.

 

Cole: Sounds hard.

 

Solas: What? Improving the future?

 

Cole: Yes, I mean, when you're alone...

 

Solas: Well...I'm not anymore, now am I?

 

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Vivienne: Your fireballs are sloppy.

 

Solas: I'm sorry, I didn't know a large explosion hurtled in the general direction of the enemy required great focus.

 

Vivienne: Well it does, so pay attention, I know it's hard for you, but I'll not have you risk us all with some barely controlled spell that might backfire when a demon tries to possess the ill-disciplined mage.

 

Solas: Ah yes, please, lecture me on demons. Please, enlighten me, I who walk on the threads of the veil and explore the fade with open eyes, rather than hide behind iron gates. 

 

Vivienne: You speak as if I'd want to walk through a wildfire, since you haven't gotten burnt yet. One day, you'll regret being so blasé about magic and the monsters preying upon those like us.

 

Solas: Oh I'm cautious enough, but I won't seal myself away. How dull it must be, every time you sleep, to hide inside your little fortress...or is that, your prison?

 

Vivienne: Oh, and now I suppose you'll offer to help me 'escape' into the wonderful fade...no thank you, I'll let you cavort with the monsters there on your own.

 

Solas: ...then again, I suppose you're used to being locked away by now.

[Wolfen09]

Solas:  *snoozing in his room and walking the fade*

 

Sera:  *giggles*

 

Iron Bull:  shhhh... he'll hear you hehehe

 

Varric:  hurry up bull, we got to do this quickly

 

Sera:  hes gonna get so mad, he might actually grow hair.

 

Cassandra:  *loudly bursting through the door*  Makers breath, what is so damn funny?

 

Solas:  *wakes up with drawings all over his face*  *groggily* what's going on?

 

Cassandra:  *looks at solas* pffft hahahaha

 

Bull:  hahahaha

 

Sera:  hahaha

 

Varric:  nothin baldie, just bull and sera having some fun

 

Inquisitor:  solas, where are yo....  what the hell happened here?

 

Solas:  just some fun apparently

 

Inquisitor:  note to self, invest in locks for my room

[BraveVesperia]

Vivienne: Good morning, Inquisitor!

Trevelyan: *eating* Uh, morning Viv. How you?

Vivienne: Delightful, my dear. I was actually just thinking of organising a little get together with the most esteemed persons in Orlais.

Trevelyan: *eating* That nice.

Vivienne: Yes, and I realised I’ve completely forgotten your surname!

Trevelyan: Oh… it’s Trevelyan.

Vivienne: I thought I’d heard of it. I don’t recall ever hearing anything about you, though.

Trevelyan: Ah, yeah. Thing is, I don’t really talk to my family much anymore.

Vivienne: I see.

Trevelyan: Something about me being a ‘bad egg’.

Vivienne: Oh.

Trevelyan: So if you’re hoping to get some good links to Marcher nobility through me, I’m afraid you’re out of luck.

Vivienne: *sighs* That’s a shame. I shouldn’t be surprised, really. Just look at your appalling table manners. And then there’s your outrageous penmanship. It’s a wonder they haven’t disowned you entirely. It’s just that I rather like you, so I was willing to give you the benefit of the doubt.

Trevelyan: Thanks. I think.

Vivienne: Well, there’s always Cassandra. And I wonder how well connected Dorian is… *leaves*

Trevelyan: Is my bad penmanship really grounds for being disowned?

Josephine: Only in Orlais.

[setrus86]

Peasant: By Andraste...oh holy inquisitor, it's an honour! *falls on his knees*

 

Inquisitor: Errr...

 

Varric: This ought to be good.

 

Sera: Duh.

 

Peasant: You have been touched by the Maker himself, my lord, you are our prophet, our saviour!

 

Inquisitor: I'm not sure...

 

Varric: Oh yes, save me, inquisitor!

 

Sera: My knees are all weak...

 

Peasant: Serah, please, bless me! My soul isn't worth much, but it's all I have. I beseech you! I, wish to join the Maker when I die, I've been a good man, I swear!

 

Varric: By his divine will, lord inquisitor, guide us to our rightful place!

 

Sera: Maker, Maker, Maker!

 

Inquisitor: I...yes, sure, here, see? Blessing you, you're blessed and sanctified and all that, there you go.

 

Peasant: Oh thank you, lord! Thank you a thousand times over! The Maker smiles upon you, oh prophet of his cause! Thank you! *backs away, head bowed low*

 

Varric: Your wisdom is, as always, infallible, Inquisitor. Clearly, you put Andraste to shame, oh second prophet of the Maker.

 

Inquisitor: Real funny...

 

Sera: Awww, and I wanted to swoon at our prophet's feet before the guy left...!

 

Varric: There, there, I'm sure more will come to beg his holiness for a blessing.

 

Inquisitor. Reaaaal funny....

[BronzTrooper]

* snip *

 

I swear, if this happens in-game I will be laughing so damn hard!  XD